Revenge

Sweet and Bitter memories

FLASHBACK

• After 2-3 months of staying in maternal home, we came back to our sweet little room. Next to it, there was a school where my both parents were teachers.

• Some months passed by with the continuous routine of going to school taking the baby with them, doing their job and back to home. 

• One day after the school, we came back home and I was playing and dancing in the field nearby. As I was circling, I didn’t see a bull was coming near me and it hit me with its two pointed horns. 

• All I could see was getting yanked up from the ground and flying up and seeing my father shouting and then black.

• My parents decided that we need a home for our family so my parents bought a small land in a village far from their job.  

• The first time I went to look at our new home, it was being build by my father. It amazed me how my dad knows everything and can do everything at home. 

• For example: repairing the electricity problems, building a house, repairing a TV, repairing the hand pumps etc. in my own little mind, I think my father as a hero, as an idol who can do anything.  

• I dreamt of having a husband who have the quality and potential like my father.  Who can do anything, fix anything and everything.

• Time went by. My little sister was not little anymore. She started walking by her own. Looking at her tiny feet running and then falling again and again, I thought I have to take care of my little sister, I have to protect her from every danger that might come.

• I can’t let her fall like that, I thought and grabbed her before she fall again. Our parents were too busy. The had to left their children to go to work. So all day, I would take my little sister taking her hands to their neighbor who we liked a lot.

•   All four of us sleeps in a two joined bed. First my father, mother then my sister and at last me. And I hate that. I used to sleep between my parents or besides my mother. But after my little sister came home, I was kicked out of my usual place. 

• One night, I didn’t wanted to sleep there. I was so sad and worried that I hides under the bed. I slept there and started crying in silence. But my mother found me and call me up and sleep in the bed. I was sad as I was being replaced but after that day I didn’t show anyone that feelings I have been feeling.

• As she is my sister and I am supposed to love her not resent her. And believe me, I do a lot. But sometimes, I feel like everything I do mom scolds me, shouts at me. 

• Whenever my sister does something wrong, I get punished. Its like I’m being punished for being the older sister. Its not fair. 

END OF THE FLASHBACK

• I saw my friend Gina. She was in the restaurant where we used to hang out back in the days. We used to have so much fun in our twenties. 

• She looks great in her police uniform. But there were bags under her eyes. I could see the tiredness clearly in her face. I guess police job can do that to you. 

• She was wearing pink lipstick and her hair were tied in a bun. She looks beautiful as always. Maybe a little hint of wrinkle can be seen near her eyes. 

• When she sees me, her dull face immediately lightened up and she came running towards me and hugged me tightly. ‘‘I missed you so much”, she said. ‘‘I missed you too”, I replied.      

• ‘‘I missed you so much”, she said. ‘‘I missed you too”, I replied. 

• We seat on the café for almost 2 hours and still don’t want to leave. We are constantly eating one item after another like we used to do before. 

• We talked about the time when we used to bunk classes to explore different places. It was so fun. 

• Talking about them feels like it just happened yesterday. There were sad memories as well. 

• The fighting we had, not talking for days with each others. But all we remembered were the happy once. 

• I guess the sad part doesn’t really matters now. It began to feel like some stupid stuff we did. Maybe that’s what it must feel, the pain of the past.  

 • But to me, the past wound is fresh as the blooming flower. The wound bloom itself time and again. The more I think about it, more fresh it becomes.

•People hurt me in the past. But somewhere in between, I hurt some people in the process of fixing myself. I hurt a guy who cared and loved me a lot. I left him alone when he needed me.

• So in a way, I became like those who hurt me and blame me  for hurting myself.

• And I hurt my best friend too. Yes she was my best friend. We used to hang out every other day. •We cared about each other a lot. We even study in same university luckily.

• But we both were in the different field of the study. So, we kind of drifted apart.

•We occasionally used to hang out in our birthday. In her birthday, she used to give me a treat and in mine, I give treat to her.

• In our friendship, there was a system of give and take. If she give me a present then I have to do the same and vice versa. 

 • But we never discussed about such a system. It sort of happened on its own. 

 • She was the one who taught me how to behave in public for example eating dinner  slowly and little bite at a time. 

 • I was all alone in my class in higher college. And she became my first and  my best friend and my only closest friend. 

 • When we had each other, we completely forget about the people around us. We would lost in our own world.